| The chase of the ice Tera | 1x1 RP.

[Sweet Josiephine]

Quiet steps on the pavement, low sounds spreading along the walls of the buildings surrounding her like prison bars. It was night, a fairly cold night in New york. Not much sounds were heard except from a couple arguing on the other side of the street, Ice blue eyes slowly searched, looked over to them two fighting. The woman didn't pay more attention than wondering why they would fight over something they had that were so beautiful.
She shook her head lightly, lifting it slowly as she stepped under one of the lamp posts, seeing the snow starting to fall down the sky like diamonds. A deep sigh slipped her lips as she took out her hand from her pocket and lifted it up in a gentle movememt, catching one crystal on her fingertip.
It didn't melt, she didn't mind. A smirk spread on her pale pink lips as she lifted her free hand and pulled back her black hoodie covering her face. She was pale white skinned, eyes slim with an unusual light blue tone, intense and almost intimidating. Her hair was short and messy, looking more than a male than a female by far. Maybe it was an act? Or a way to hide?

The woman let the snowflake fall down to the ground, the ground colored white by now with small steps in it from people passing. Most people probably mumbled bad words about it but she shrugged it off, pulling up the arms of her shirt.
From her pocked she fished up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, She lit a cigarette, pulling an expression of pain as the fire lit up infront of her face and growled lowly. Why would it have to hurt so badly? [******** hell", she muttered, cursing at herself as she put down the lgihter and cigarettes in her pocket, kicking in the snow under her.

She heard a noise behind her, light footsteps. She became completely stiff as she slowly looked around, seeing a tall shadow walk not far away from her. The woman felt a light pain against her chest as she realized it was one of them. With that she turned around, pulling up her hood and began to run.
Her feet hit the ground, not caring about the sounds she made more. She had to get away from the figure behind her, she knew it was one of them, It had to be. Her heart beating in her chest and small clouds leaving her lips as she ran down the street and turned into a alley. Running trough it and taking another left. She couldnt hear him now, or it. Placing her hands on her knees breathing slower, trying to take control of the situation again.

A soft and warm melody spread trough the air followed by human laughter, her ears pearked lightly and she looked up towards a small underground pub. She crocked one eyebrow and shrugged. She needed to find a place to hide anyway. The woman stepped over there, walking into the pub with crossed arms, looking around. The heat being close to unbearable but she had to manage. She pulled of the hood and stepped up to the counter. A big bartender with watery brown eyes looked down at the tall slender figure infront of him.

"Whatcha' want Mister?", the bartender said with a sadistic tone, laughing at her. She simply shook her head. " Cold beer", she replyed, her voice low in tone and raspy. Whiskey like.
The bartender turned around and started getting her a beer.

[Xeethe Ingram]

What a disease, he had to surround himself with it in order to understand it. The recent happenings had forced him to lay a bit low, no more test subjects, no more experiments till the law had calmed down a bit. Yes, that was the logic way to go. He sat in a corner booth in the pub with his back against the wall, scribbling on a rather thick journal as a cigarette sat idly on his lips. It looked like he wasn't even smoking it anymore. His eyes were fixated on the point of the pen as he wrote as hastily as his thoughts poured into his mind and could process them, or make sense out of them. If anyone could, or at least only he could. His emerald had such an intense and focused look about them that it almost seemed as if he was trying to burn right through the pages, but perhaps he was looking past them. Behind them sat a sleazy pair, shady, low lives. Maggots which feast upon the cesspool that is the society of the day. His eyes focused on the two. They narrowed with anger as an urge slowly began to crept in his thoughts while his hand scribbled away along with his thoughts as they deviated. "The diseased seem to be enraptured with their sickness, a haze, a bog, ignorance may be as blissful as many would claim yet the pain that comes from it is like nothing else. How can they live as such? Such behavior, is unnatural, is a tumor, it has to be cut away in order to better the species and push it towards a better society..." His eyes suddenly picked up what he had written, it wasn't him. Those weren't his thoughts. He shrugged his shoulders in frustration while his eyes remained fixated on the two, a male, one who looked like he had nothing else in his life yet decided to spend his coin in drink and cheap and questionable company. And the female, such said company. Although she looked more like money was optional, yet in his mind her purse was most likely carrying STD's that were still yet to be discovered by mankind. Filth. An object. Already dead. He frowned as a low growl rolled from between his lips, the air made the cigarette turn a cherry red, burning away as he still hadn't taken a single hit. And his staring was noticed.

The man huffed under his breath as his eyes fell upon the tall slim man that was in the booth, the first thing he noticed was his clothing, it looked ridiculous to him. Black dressing shoes, black pin-striped pants, a crimson velvet vest that had black pin-stripes on it as well and underneath a black dressing shirt with a golden cuff on each sleeve. A black tie that elegantly sat around his neck and a fedora that covered most of his blond unruly hair. It was messy, rough, almost as if they were wires tangled into a ball. Yet somehow it looked good, it fit him, his style. His face was hidden behind the book in which he scribbled in, but his eyes. Those forest green eyes. Something in them didn't bode well, but he was drunk and in the presence of a female. He had to act tough, make an impression. He clumsily raised his hand and pointed at the man while he stumbled towards him on his every step. "Hey you! Wha' ye starin' at you ********' weirdo?" The man let out, deepening his voice as he tried to look tough and manly while a grotesque and intoxicated smirk drew on his lips. He watched the man 's gloved hands slowly lower the book, revealing a face that was almost ghostly in color. White, almost albino. But around his eyes and his lips were darkened, dark grey in color. A mixture of make up and bad sleeping habits made his eyes dark while his lips he wore a light lipstick that made them match the color of his dark circles. Why not contrast? An artistic mind of sorts. As he put the book on the table next to him a few sketches could be noticed on the man's book, they looked like medical sketches, a man's head with the top of his head cut open and his brain exposed. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, or something was truly off. But there was something peculiar about the head drawn on the pages.

Xeethe looked into the man's eyes as he reached up with his right hand and tipped up his fedora, quirking a brow, his face cold, emotionless. Twisting itself into a rather annoyed look, letting a soft growl bellow from the back of his throat as he spoke. "Need to be so vocal and belligerent, you oaf? Can't you see I am busy? Why would I stare at such a poor excuse for a human like yourself? Return to your inebriated existence and leave me be. " He spoke in a rather dark tone, almost as if he was speaking to an animal which he didn't cared about. One of his hands slowly moved into a pocket on the side of his vest and allowed his digits to coil themselves around something, a smirk drawing itself upon his lips, almost like an invitation, baiting the man. Raising his head a bit while his eyes widened eagerly as adrenaline flowed through his veins, something in him suddenly changed. His demeanor, his attitude, it was an entirely sudden change. He leaned forward as he tilted his head, his eyes looked like they had more life in them now. However, whatever life was in them it was an extremely chaotic one. The eyes of a madman. His tongue snaked itself across his lips as he wet them before he spoke. "Or you 'ave something to prove to th' lady before you bed her, to make up for a lack of yours perhaps? d**k too small and need to prove how much of a man you are other than bruising her innards? Oh wait. That's right..." He hadn't even finished speaking before his left hand swiftly moved towards the man and grabbed him by the nads, firmly, pulling them in such way that made his fingers dig into the right places to cause him a great amount of pain. Although this was not random, he taught himself the anatomy of the human body. He wanted to cause as much pain as possible. The grin on his lips widened while his eyes narrowed, he had the an intent to kill in them while his right hand slipped out of the vest's pocket and flashed a silver straight razor. "You have nothing there, and if you do... You wont for long if you don't leave me be..." He hissed in a cold, spine chilling tone that almost felt as if an arctic front suddenly swept in and chilled the man's body.

The man groaned under his breath, he could barely breathe, the pain that shot through him was so intense he could barely think or even speak. All he could do was nod, trying not to scream while he attempted to remain standing as Xeethe's hand released the man's privates as he leaned back against the wall. The drunkard was embarrassed, there was no way he could try to talk to the whore now. He stumbled out of the bar while he held his head down and his hands on his privates. It was truly a walk of shame.

Xeethe smirked as he slipped the blade back into his pocket, reaching for a glass full of whiskey that he brought up to his lips and took a large swig, finally taking a hit out of his cigarette before he looked around and noticed the pub was now rather crowded. He was so lost in his writings he had completely failed to notice...

[Sweet Josiephine]

Lord Sethael

She heard it all, behind her, that man threatening the other one. A low hiss slipped her lips but she acted like it was nothing, after all, she had her own problems.
The bartender turned to her with his big smirk still, holding out the beer to her. "There cha' go, man", he grunted at the blonde person in front of him, his whole body language was in a threatening act.
She leaned forward to the bartender, getting up on her toes to make it even easier. Placing one hand around the beer and one on the bartenders shirt collar. "Don't you use that tone against a stranger, you don't know what I am capable off", she growled lowly, the bartender squirmed uncomfortable, his cheek seeming to turn into a light blue tone as she let go, pushing him backwards as she turned with her beer. The bartender stumbling backwards almost knocking over a few glasses. She laughed lowly as she looked around.
It was truly getting crowded, she disliked it but it was good for her own safety. Only one problem, where could she sit? She wrinkled her nose as she placed the beer to her lips taking a sip. Her eyes stopped at the man standing against the wall looking around, like he just noticed how much people it were as well.
Should she? What could she really lose on doing it. She shrugged, stepping towards the man only to get an elbow in the stomach, air went from her lunges and she grasped the beer tighter, frost appeared on the glass around her fingers as she turned towards the stranger who placed his elbow beautifully into her ribs. "WATCH IT!", she growled loudly against the man. Big, probably irish. "Cool down, little man", the man said with a thick accent. She clenched her fist, staring right into his eyes before turning away walking towards the man against the wall once again, trying to calm down as she stepped up to him.

"Nice show", she said jokingly and took a sip of her beer, looking him over discretely. "Mind to share a cigg?", she turned and leaned to the wall beside of him, staring down at her own feet. What was the feeling of eyes in her neck, had the stranger from the alley followed her here?

[Xeethe Ingram]

His eyes became fixated on the small man, he brought his cigarette up to his lips once more as his emerald hues remained transfixed on the petite figure that seemed to be heading his way. What a pest. He casually turned back to the diary sitting on his table as he picked up the pencil once more and kept sketching on its pages, adding a few fine details to the severed human head he was drawing earlier. A quick look at the sketch would reveal that the human head drawn in its pages, was the very head of the man he had hassled earlier out of the bar. A smirk drew on his lips, his eyes became cold and distant for a moment. He seemed to be very introverted at that moment while his fingers moved as fast as his thoughts raced through his mind. How much fun would've been to turn that man into another experiment of his. His eyes moved towards the faerie like figure once more as an elbow was jabbed into his ribs and he couldn't help but laugh, the man seemed to be able to take a few punches. Amusing as it was. He hoped the man wasn't trying to prove something by starting a fight, although he was indeed aching to spill some that night. Perhaps gashing someone's face into an eternal grin would suffice, maybe even strangle the life out of them. But alas, it was a quiet night. He would rather sit there and enthrall himself into the many experiments he had the previous week, it was a wonderful feeling. Just thinking about the specimens in the racks on his home tickled the cockles in his heart. A faint smile drew on his lips while his eyes seemed to become a bit more human, or at least they carried some sort of emotion to them before he turned to the man and quirked a brow.

A cigarette? Perhaps things were not about to get out of hand just yet, his brow however twitched with a bit of frustration. He nodded as he kept his head down and allowed the hat to cover his eyes from the stranger while reaching in his pocket for his cigarette case. His eyes were fixated on the man's hands, he flicked the cigarette case open with his left hand and offered it to him while the right slowly slipped into the pocket of his velvet vest. His fingers caressed the cold metal and ivory curves of his straight razor as if he would a lover, all the man had to do was make the wrong move and blood would flow. He almost wanted him to provoke him however, but alas, he would have to be a gentleman. He was raised to be one, he should act as one. It was what a normal human being would do. "Here you go..." He replied with a somewhat warm tone to his voice, keeping his head low...

[Sweet Josiephine]

She looked up at him quietly as she took the cigarette between her long, slender fingers. Seeing him take up the lighter and touching it carefully. Her eyebrows crocked, trying to relax and not think of the upcoming pain that the fire would bring her. Her hand holding the beer clasped tighter around the glass, closing her eyes as she heard him light it.
She felt the warmth hit her face, took a deep breath, lightning her cigarette.

Behind her, from practically nowhere the man walking into her from nowhere came, pushing her forward, her hand slapping into the lighter, the fire licking over her fingers. She growled loudly in pain, a red glow appearing where the fire had been and just like ice water started dripping. She turned towards the man, her eyes staring right into his. The man tensed, scared and started backing off.
One hand lifted, it hurt badly. Her fingers moved slowly in the air, frost creeping up over her hand, covering her fingers. The man gasped and fainted. His veins on body and face pulsing visibly on the surface of his skin.

She turned to the man, looking slightly scared of her out-of-hand reaction. She put down her beer on the closest table. "i..I need to go.." , she mumbled and started heading towards the door.

[Xeethe Ingram]

The glow, his emerald hues were now transfixed on his lighter before they moved towards her and watched her hand carefully as everyone else in the room ceased to exist. The icy blue veins, this was completely new to him, and after having so many human beings under his vicious scalpel and kidnapping those he deemed as vermin for his experiments. He never had seen such a thing. His curiosity was perked, his eyes became intense for a split second as he grabbed his half finished cigarette and flicked it into the eyes of the man who pushed her into the lighter. He was annoyed by such clumsy brutes who couldn't carry their own body mass gracefully, so much muscle, and such a lack of balance and fluent movement. It was a waste. He closed his diary and picked up his things off the table as quickly as he could, not realizing a piece of paper had fallen out of his diary as he slid off the seat of the booth and covered the man with his long coat to prevent any other eyes notice what was happening. Wrapping an arm around him as he led him out the door. The look in his eyes, was a death threat written in big bold letters to anyone who happened to catch a glimpse of him. It was obvious he was protecting the man. "I think is best if you come to my... Humble abode, I happen to be a doctor and I can look at your finger closely to make sure you're not badly hurt..." He whispered in what almost seemed a demanding hiss, but in the current situation it was hard not to be stressed...

[Sweet Josiephine]

As soon as they stepped outside the bar she turned around, stepping away from him with fast steps. It was more than enough body contact for one moment, she wrinkled her nose and took the cigarette from her lips. Her body tunring close to red in body tone but as soon as the snowflakes fell on her skin it slowly turned back into its pale looks. Her hair flied around her face like a mess and her gaze was haunted. She exhaled, smoke spreading round her like a venomous cloud. She was a venomous cloud, she felt like one.
"I can't", she said coldly, rubbing her fingers lightly, the pain spreading trough her cold body like an arrow hitting its target.
She stepped back, her feet leaving a mark in the snow, she looked down at it. Her voice changing to a more feminine tone. Letting the cigarette fall out from her lips. "I'm sorry, I need to go", She leaned down and took a handfull of snow, it ddin't even melt in her hand as she rubbed it on her burn mark, whimpering lowly.

[Xeethe Ingram]

"Do not test my patience with such silly notions, boy. Either those men in the bar will chase after you, or whoever is after will and either one of them will catch you and I could care less of your fate. Or you could come with me, and have another day of your life guaranteed. It is obvious you are being chased, so much to hide. But if you so chose to ignore my invitation then please, give me my coat back and begone." He let out harshly as he reached up for his cigarette and quirked a brow in a rather stern manner, looking down at the man, it was pathetic in his eyes. But he wanted answers, he wanted to know the source of such odd coloration and phenomenons that emerged about her by simply touching a flame. He had more questions than answers about the man already and this was bothering him to no end, and the chance of him running off and dying to whatever fate he found would be a waste. If he was to die, he should at least do so on the slab of his lab. But that wasn't going to be the case, live studies were much more interesting to him unless he had no other options. He watched him grab the snow with great curiosity and noticed it didn't melted in his touch, his emerald hues were fixated on his hands, why. What made this man special. He wanted answers and he would get them either way...

[Sweet Josiephine]

He turned around again, taking a deep breath looking at the man, If he only knew how right he was. Shaiith lifted her gaze to his, crossing her arms around her body as she shook her head. "I'm sorry, It just feels so wrong. All of it", she sighed deeply, her voice was back to more masculine as she took a step towards the man, taking of the coat and holding it out to the other man, looking into his eyes with her own blue, almost white eyes. They were intense, ice cold.
Like they could freeze a person on matter of seconds. "But if you touch me, I will snap your neck", she said coldly and lifted her gaze infront of her, staring blankly ahead. "I mean it", she muttered, obviously not liking this idea one bit but forcing herself, she didn't want it to be her last night. She was gonna win the war.

[Xeethe Ingram]

He frowned as he made a gesture for him to keep the coat as he glared into his eyes with eyes that were as cold as the snow and void of any emotion whatsoever. He didn't seemed to be the type to mess around nor really jest a lot, something about his tone of voice. The way he addressed him. The same distance and professionalism a doctor would talk to a patient, or perhaps even a future specimen. He took a long drag from his cigarette before he grabbed it and tossed it into the snow, gesturing him to follow him with his head as he turned down to the street and started to make his way along the snowy sidewalk. He couldn't wait till he was finally alone with the man, the questions he wanted to ask, so many things he wanted to discuss with him regarding his odd physiology. But his other side simply wanted to look more in depth, wanted to rip him open and find out for himself as his very life left his body. But that wouldn't be the case...

[Sweet Josiephine]

She just looked up towards him, walking slightly behind him in the snow. For only wearing a pair of light textile shoes it was impressive to not be colder than she were. But she didn't mind, after all she was a daughter of the cold and snow.

She let her gaze fall down into the ground and watch the snowflakes spin and dance around here feet, her mind travelling far away. Shaiith leaned down for a mere second, lifting her hand over the snowflakes making them follow her hands movements as she kept walking.
A bad feeling spread trough her ice cold body, was someone watching her? It felt just like the Tera walking after her before. She crocked her eyebrows and stopped once more, the wind catching her short hair, ruffling it around making it a even greater mess than before. She turned her head slowly, looking behind her and in that very second she felt a drop of water, warm water run down her back and she Squirmed, letting out a low sound of pain as she froze it, a drop of ice resting against her back as she looked back, blinking a few times.
She felt panic spread trough her body, seeing the dark figure not more than a few meters away, she gasped lightly for air as she turned around to the man walking infront of her and stepped up to him fast, Grabbing his arm and tugging it. "We gotta hurry", she mumbled in a cold tone, starting to speed up, alot.

[Xeethe Ingram]

He kept walking not paying much attention to the man, his interest wasn't all placed in him. Or at least, in a way it was in him. He pondered for a minute as he tried to recall if he had left anything incriminating out on display, it wasn't often if ever someone came to visit him and walked out alive. Or even walked in there willingly. His mind started going over every single aspect of his home in wonder, trying to remember where everything was and what parts where in what jars. His collection of human anatomy was quite great and most of it was in fact fresh. Too fresh for anyone's comfort if they only knew. However the man's silence behind him unnerved him, perhaps his captors were nearby. His hand right hand slid into his pocket and coiled his fingers around the grip of a small caliber pistol, he frowned lightly, preparing himself for a fight to break out any minute. The hassles that a simple act of kindness could bring to one's doorstep and it was a mystery why such gestures were dying, or at least to him it all made sense in his head. He quickened his pace as his frown deepened and his frustration began to boil, but then on the bright side, perhaps her chasers were unique like himself. Opportunity. Perhaps keeping the boy around would prove to be useful at some point. The silent sound of snow falling now permeated his ears along with their footsteps compressed the snow beneath them, they were sounds he enjoyed, the snow. Was as cold as he was. Always the simplest things put a smile on his lips despite the circumstances, but the smile was quickly wiped off his face as he felt the man gab his arm and tug him along. If he didn't knew better, he would say he was a she... But didn't mattered.

The building was already near, a large two story house that seemed to be rather Victorian looking. Large windows, plenty of them. Although the look of it was dark, time had touched the abode as dead vines crawled up along its walls and bushes surrounded it. The snow covered its high rise ceilings and balconies, and the path to the door was unkempt. He didn't cared. He lead the man towards his door as he pulled his key out of his pocket and quickly unlocked the door for him to enter, behind the door awaited what seemed a normal home with plenty of medical equipment strewn about. Mostly scalpels, bone saws, spreaders, and leather bindings that one would hope he used as tourniquets and nothing more. Other than that, the home was as Victorian in the inside as it was out. "Do go in, and you may let go of my arm now..." He let out rather sternly...

[Sweet Josiephine]

She blinked a few times as they approached to the house feeling slight calmer but turning around time after time making sure that the stranger was far behind them both. Her heart beating like a birds in her chest as they walked inside, the warmth hitting her face and she shivered unpleasantly, looking around, completely forgetting she was holding his arm. Her mind was elsewere still, by the man. The thing was, she never understood why they would follow her like they did. they wanted her dead. Those were the exact words from their leader, Terance. She could never set her foot again in Lachylia or her head would be split open and she'd be killed in a matter of seconds. But even though she never got there they still followed her. She tried to live like a normal human but for what cost? Being followed every night passing.
His voice snapped her out of it, she blinked a few times and let go of his arm, smiling faintly.
"I'm sorry", she spoke to him as she looked around once again, seeing the place around her. Her hands fell down her sides as she looked around, completely quiet but with a great curiousity.
She looked like a slight feminine man, but more towards the man.

He turned on the lights, she lifted her hand to cover her eyes from the small suprised chock. She moved back for a mere second before letting her hand fall down, looking towards him wtih a empty expression. Her skin lightly glistering in the light, her eyes like the palest of blue with messy short white hair around her face. Her eyes were intense, her looks androgyne.
"Thank you", she said. Quietly.

[Xeethe Ingram]

His brow twitched for a second, he couldn't really tell at that moment whether it was a he or a she. But whoever it was, had plenty of things to hide and a lot of common things bothered it. And the sparkling about that person, the eyes. It all seemed rather familiar in texts he had read before but it was all too implausible for him to even go there and contemplate the possibilities. He snapped back to reality as he brushed his thoughts aside gesturing the man and rolled his eyes lightly. "It is nothing, really. Please do not fret about it too much or you will quickly wear out my patience. Would you like some tea?" He offered as he slipped the gloves off his hands and removed his hat, placing them on a coffee table that was on his way to the kitchen. The living room was free of incriminating anecdotes and items, but how about the kitchen. Lately the man had been exploring places others would think horrific, but he had grown an acquired taste for human flesh and some of its physiology. Among his favorites, were the cheeks and the brains when sauteed just right. He turned on the light in the kitchen and was quite glad he had gone there first, he had left out some of a stew he tried to work on earlier that contained some discernible body parts. Fingers were among the few. He quickly covered the pot and shoved it in the fridge rather casually with a quickened stride about him, trying not to reveal the slight distress feeling he had through his body language while he went after a tea pot hanging by the rather old fashioned stove and filled it with water...

[Sweet Josiephine]

She turned after him, Tea? She took a deep breath and stepped after him, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned to the dor frame, watching him just as he put some kind of pot in the fridghe. "Oh, I wont try to.. fret", she bit her lip, what did that even mean? This language wasn't even close to her first but she did her best to manage and answer. "And tea, Yes please", she smiled stiffly, trying to figure out how she could do this the best and most discrete way. Something about him was bad, and weird but she couldn't figure out what.
"Also, may I borrow your shower in a little?", she smirked.